His fingers dug into my jaw. What on earth…?
“Tell me you understand,” he continued.
I did as he commanded, because I had to, because I was his slave. “I understand,” I whispered.
He released me. “Good boy.”
My stomach flipped, but before I could dwell on that, he gave another order.
“Take your shirt off,” he said.
This time, I didn’t hesitate. If I questioned every order, we’d be here all night. Remember the strategy:get this over with.
After I pulled my shirt off, I chucked it into the corner of my room. Usually, I would’ve folded it or placed it in the laundry hamper, but I wanted to appear nonchalant about this whole thing.
Yeah, I was my rival’s slave for a night. Whatever. This was just another day in my life.
Taylor’s eyes dragged over my body, hungry and searching. “You really are gorgeous,” he murmured.
“Keep saying that shit and I might think you actually like me,” I said.
“It’s only for tonight. Don’t get used to it.” He took the leash of my collar and tugged it gently, so my body was tilted toward him. He stepped closer, his legs touching mine, and he bent down. His nose brushed my hair.
He was…smelling me.
“Did you have a shower?” he asked, his voice rumbling against the strands of my hair.
“A few hours ago, yeah,” I replied, keeping still, afraid that if I moved the wrong way, I’d accidentally head-butt him.
“You smell nice.”
“You’re freaking me out with how nice you’re being,” I pointed out. I didn’t mention how gay this whole situation was. We both knew it. And we were both going along with it for reasons I didn’t want to think too hard about.
“I’m not a monster,” he said, pushing a hand through my hair, stroking me like I was a pet cat. “Yeah, I own you,and yeah, I’m going to use your body. The least I can do is compliment you.” His fingertips scratched at my scalp.
I thought I’d feel dehumanised, like an animal, but actually…head scratches were nice. I could see why puppies liked them so much.
“Lie down,” he said.
I lay flat on my back, my head on a pillow. Taylor stretched out next to me, holding himself up on his side with an elbow. He spread a hand over my chest, and squeezed one of my pectoral muscles.
“I want to suck your nipples again.”
My cock twitched, and I ignored it. I wasn’t excited or anything.
Taylor was watching me. What was he waiting for? A reply?
He didn’t need permission. I was his for tonight.
Maybe my expression conveyed that, or maybe Taylor came to the same conclusion by himself, because he lowered his head and flicked his tongue against my right nipple. I sucked in a breath. In two seconds, they stiffened into peaks, and soon, Taylor was sucking with abandon, and I was doing my best not to make a sound.
He switched sides, using one hand to gently pinch and rub the other nipple. It was like he was making sure they both got attention, like neither of them missed out.
And I was hard.
It wasn’t him touching me that did it. At least, that’swhat I tried to tell myself. My nipples weren’t particularly erogenous — yeah, his tongue felt nice, but it was nothing compared to his hand on my cock.
I think it was mostly psychological. The knowledge that this was only the beginning. It would have only been about eight thirty, maybe approaching nine.
